Some of the mates that reside in this flat aren’t mates. And rightly so.
To clarify, I’m not the problem; I didn’t bring this beef.
The thing with house shares is their unpredictable nature. This flat has the potential to be a great place to live, nice people, nice area but one tenant is really screwing things for the feng shui.
Also the cat I’ve been feeding, apparently she’s a bitch. Which makes sense, I left for a week and the food bowl I usually fill had been smashed, likely by a hungry cat, nudging it off its ledge. But even after all these horror stories, I’m still inclined to continue to fill the bowl. Cat is probably a little misunderstood, a tad defensive and likely still hungry. I’ll revisit this once I’m out of cat food, which could be a few years, this thing is huge, there was a deal on plus I didn’t know how much cats eat. If we’re ever going to see the bottom of this bag we may need more cats.
Flatmates trying to get me to disown cat, I’m actively recruiting more.